Personal Narrative: What Would A Farmer's Search For Meaning

Walking away from everything you once knew and starting over is never a picnic. Leaving Iraq, and moving to America has impacted my life more than anything. I was only 4 years old at that time, and the only English I spoke was “excuse me, water please.” My family and I did not know it then, but our lives were going to change; we would become “Americanized”. Learning English was one of the massive changes that occurred, the way I dressed (culture), and even the way I had power to go to school and educate myself.

I recently moved from Denver and started to order from local deliveries. Seems most are stuck up people from out of town who don't give a rats ass if they mess up an order or arrive late. Don't get me wrong, one or two of the other deliveries seem to be from Davis or woodland that are just fine. Only thing is, i certainly am not looking for fine or good. Being from Denver i was accustomed to top shelf for a great price, and let me start by saying Dank Valley Farms has gone above and beyond to help me. I recently ordered, and right when i called, i was greeted by a young man with an expansive knowledge of not only his menu but what would help with my medical conditions. Not to mention he also had me chuckling a couple times while i was ordering.

It became normal. I started to believe these names. If somebody called out, Tree, I would look around. In the barn scene, Kunta was getting ready to escape, and Fiddler was helping him after he was singing that lullaby. Kunta had asked Fiddler his name, his real name, and I have to admit, that moment was really emotional. Fiddler seemed to come to an understanding of how unbreaking Kunta was. I feel Kunta wasn’t built for a slave, his roots, his mindset, and his resilience wouldn’t allow it. This leads to him escaping, or trying to escape, many times. The first time he was bought by Samson, and the other times, he was caught by dogs. A very disappointing moment for me, because my nerves had built up while he was running, so when he was caught, I was extremely disappointed. It seemed to me, when he was escaping the second time, he was doing it not only for himself, but to Fiddler, and his family. Maybe even Jinna. At the end, where he was losing contact with his parents, was absolutely heartbreaking to me, because he is giving up. He was giving into his new identity, losing his

“Hey you want to drive”, my step-dad yelled over the loud engine of blue grizzly 4x4 quad I yelled “yes!!”, so as I got one the quad I put on my helmet and fased the strap on the same color helmet.

When I was young my Dad would always remind me of how important these years as a kid are. He would always say watch how you act as a kid, for it will set the stage for the rest of your life. So many people I know ruined their lives when they were kids. This small, yet so important statement runs through my mind everyday. I love how everyone says they don’t care what people think of them, but I wish they knew how important it is to have a good image. I am not perfect, but I would like to be close as possible. But as Salvador Dali said “Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it. “ The problem I see is everyone wanting to be someone that they are not. Sure, we all have our idols that we look

I believe there is a value in being able to turn an everyday event into a spectacle that’s worth reading into. With that being said, Chills rattled through my bones as the automatic doors opened before me; I’m underdressed. Upon first glance I notice the glint of the interior lighting reflecting off the marble-white tiles. I take note of the scent; Freshness. I think of the convenience of having these natural grown resources surrounding me. Before now, I would never have the luxury of purchasing an out-of-season delicacy at a location so near my residence. Frozen, I was astonished by the sheer amount of ripe, mossy green avocados that sat in a pine wood container before me. I muster the courage the to extend my unworthy

50 minutes had passed since Bailey Madison James whom some called Bai and others called BJ. Though when they called her BJ that just pissed her off to the point of no return. Bailey thought it was funny when she'd explode and the looks on people's faces made her day sometime. She just couldn't get enough of it. "I love you." Bailey typed into her phone sending a text message to Calahan not knowing if he was going to get it or not. Even if they fought a lot she always made sure that he knew she loved him. Even if it was a simple text message before bed, a note on his pillow, a note on his plate when he'd come home late. It was just her little way of trying to make things better between them. She hated the fact that all they did was fight including

John- Hey you hear about the kid from the west side of town that got lost?

I was born in Salt Lake City, Utah and have lived most of my life there. It was the fifty’s and like most girls my age, my dreams were of growing up to be a wife and mother. I started cooking at my mother’s side from a very young age and realized this was something that I truly enjoyed doing. As the years went by and I gained experience, I discovered that I have a gift for creating and enhancing recipes and that I could change recipes and make them into whatever I wanted. That began my journey to create and develop the recipes for Morsels from Heaven, along with the ones I learned at my mother’s side as a child.

In one of my recent fellowship group meetings, we were studying Acts 16, and it was pointed out that Paul and Timothy kept going back to places, regardless of the rejection they often received. Their tireless efforts paid off handsomely, rewarding them with the salvation of many souls, for which they always gave thanks to God.

I have never been a big talker. I talk a lot to people I am really close to, but I don't enjoy talking to people I don't know. This has been a huge struggle for me and my conscious because I know as a Seventh - day Adventist I am called to share God’s love with everyone even the people I don’t know. I’m not good with words especially when I am put on the spot and don’t have time to think of what I’m going to say. When I am put in positions to witness I often times leave the situation and say “Oh man I could have said this.” I’m not here to talk about my flaws, but to share with you how God showed me how He wanted me to witness.

I lazily hopped onto my bike for a ride to the nearest convenience store, though it was the afternoon I had just gotten up. Biking into the small forest near my house I set off towards the 7/11 near the highway. I don't spend summer as normal people do. For me it mostly consists of video games, painting, and sleeping while normal girls my age are going to Starbucks, the mall and whatnot. I stay home with virtual people on my X-box in all the comfort of my basement. At the moment I was stocking up on my junk food supply for a game match in Halo with my guy friends on X-box Live. After a quick stop to purchase all I'd need, I turned my bike around and headed back. I stopped suddenly, spotting a symbol drawn on the sidewalk along the edge of the

Katelyn then told me that she couldn't, in good conscience just sit idly by while doing nothing to stop them as they slaughter those innocent birds and tormented an old woman. She had felt that she had to tell someone, or do something, anything, not only for the sake of the helpless chickens—which I had figured were going to eventually meet their demise by the steely blade of a butcher’s knife anyhow—but also because she felt terrible for my grandmother, a woman who, up to that point, she had never even met.

My Family and I were at home eating dinner. After dinner I told my mom that I had left something on top of the mountain, so she said “‘go up to get it Mary. But she didn’t want me to go alone so I went to go see if my friend was home but he wasn’t so I disobeyed my moms rules and went up by myself anyway. And it was starting to get dark so I had to get the base fast but I couldn’t find it. Now it was really dark and 2 hours had already passed and I couldn't my way off the mountain because it was so dark. And with my luck my phone died so I couldn’t call anyone for help, so I just started walking and walking after a little bit I realized I was getting nowhere so again I walked eventually I just fell and went to

With the help of my mother and father, I constructed a raised-bed vegetable garden, which we completed the third week of October. We placed it next to our house so that the garden would be hit with plenty of sunlight. We used four pieces of plywood and nailed them to make a rectangular shaped container, the box was four feet wide, eight feet long, and a little less than twenty inches tall. We filled the box with ten inches of soil and later planted our vegetables we bought at Home Depot. We bought leeks, Chinese cabbage, Cauliflower, Savoy cabbage, and Mustard greens. I decided to start a garden because I’ve always had an interest in food and where it comes from.